the power of homeschooling

A homeschooled human being who expresses the power of learning through unschooling! The topic ‘homeschooling’ is still tabu in most modern and civilized societies where it is thought that learning occurs at school. Before we express our inclinations versus or against homeschooling, we need to ask the questions ‘what is learning?’ and ‘how does it happen?’ One of the reasons why my husband and I decided to homeschool our kids is because we believe that kids need to FEEL FREE. Schools do not offer freedom. Hence, we need to ask ourselves whether what they call ‘learning’ connotes learning or whether it puts kids into a box according to which their minds get shaped and their creativity annulled. This video puts it into simple words and I thought I would share it as it gives the whole picture of what homeschooling actualy is: learning to learn and a constant search for the truth, or in other words learning from the soul, expanding meaning and connecting to your inner knowledge and spirit.Kids who are homeschooled become creators of meaning. They change the world. Their learning space is not the classroo. It is the whole world with its energy, trees,greens, mountains, animals, seas, oceans, lakes, rivers, flowers, colours,…

lost in time

While I was going through my teenager diaries and reading up current facebook updates by other teenage girls, I found myself in a moment where I felt like nothing has ever changed. Years have passed and I have remained the same. I am still a teenager. I am still that girl who on a rainy day was sitting in her room all day, listening to music while writing her diary or composing some lyrics. That girl whose parents thought she was weird because of her way of tuning in. I am still that girl who on a summer day would take her motorbike and drive up to the mountains, lie on the grass and feel the sun burning her skin, hear the sound of the trees moved by a slight summer breeze, observe the insects making love on the green grass. I am still that girl who when she falls in love, feels like she has lost herself in the vast ocean. I am still that girl who cries out of emotions and who does not hesitate to say ‘I love you’ when her heart beats so loud that everything – the moon, the sun and the stars – would stop to dance to its rhythm. I am still that girl who dances without a reason and who would stop everything to go on a long walk with her love and live every breath of that moment as if it was the last one. I am still that little girl whose eyes tell the story of her heart and soul. That girl who lives to love and loves to live. A simple girl who with a kiss …loves.

This is a poem inspired by my diary entries from when I was a teenager. I wrote these lyrics two years ago.I am still that girl who stays locked up in her room to write down her feelings on a piece of paper all night long…that girl who loses herself in an endless gaze.

One love

I want one love that makes you float in the air, one that makes your body shiver and gives you goosebumps every day, one that is capable of transforming you into music.
I want one love that satisfies you, that makes you touch every bit of life, that makes you feel the sense of being.
I want one that knows how to touch me and how to dance in me – how to make me cry out of happiness and how to make me appreciate the joy of life.
I want one that makes me feel sad and drags me down, but that in the end comes back to me because he had actually never gone.
I want one love full of smiles, words, hugs and kisses.
One that makes your heart stop cuz of his beauty.
I want one that can see through my soul – more than me.
One that understands my heart. One that knows the meaning of my smile.
I want one that laughs and cries with me. One that makes me feel alive.
I want one love that is direct and not implicit, one that looks into my eyes when he sends me to hell and hugs me after because he misses my perfume.
I want one love. Only one.

Poetic-Lyric

 

ordinary days are special

a motion of emotions

For me there is one principle I base my life on: live every moment as if it is your last one. If today is your last day, would you die peacefully? Make every day in your life special. Add colours to it. Go with your feelings and never regret anything. Make a difference in another person’s life with a simple and loving gesture. This is one of the most beautiful surprises ever received in my life. It made my day! Guys, you can copy this idea if you want to surprise your wife:)

It was a sunny day. The colours of the flowers surrounding me where all synchronized and emanating an indescribable perfume. The water of the fountain was crystal clear. The sound of it amalgamated with the gentle breeze which was pervading the entire atmosphere in the park.
As I was sitting in the park contemplating the beauty of nature I felt a few drops of water from the fountain caressing my face. I closed my eyes. I wanted to feel that moment of total tranquillity and complete silence.
I could hear the soul of every being vibrating: the flowers, the water, the leaves, the trees, the birds, the wind, the grass…everything was breathing. Everything was vibrating. Everything was in motion. Yet, everything was still. Calm. Tranquil. Just there. As I was contemplating all this beauty pervading me, I visualized a guy holding a flower and moving towards me.
I opened my eyes and slightly turned around, when I saw a guy coming towards me. He was holding a purple flower, a pastel-sweetpea flower. I could not believe it. So, I widened my eyes to make sure I was awake and had a better look. I focused on the situation and it was real. The guy stopped in front of me, smiled and while giving me the flower said: ” This is for you”. I was so taken and touched that I was speechless. I just said “Thank you” as if both of us knew we would have met. There was this communal understanding. It was an indescribable feeling. I was holding the flower and he kept walking away from me. I was still following him with my eyes, gazing at him and watching him disappear slowly. As I tuned around, I saw another guy walking towards me. He was also holding a flower. This time it was a sunflower. He came towards me, looked into my eyes, smiled and gave me the flower. I loved the moment. It was so magical and I did not want it to stop. At that point it was like an ongoing motion of people, both girls and guys, coming and going after having given me their flower. All the people were differently beautiful. They had an amazing energy and a beautiful smile. And they were all holding a different kind of flower.
By the time I was holding my tenth flower I was completely immersed in the moment and felt like this is what life is all about. It was a moment filled with happiness and joy. A moment of motion. The motion of emotion.
It was like a river. Every flower was different, every smile was different, every feeling was different. Yet, it was one unique feeling, one unique flower, one unique smile: LOVE! Alchemy.
As I was contemplating my flowers my friend surprised me from behind, holding the eleventh flower.
He gave it to me and kissed me on my cheek.
It was a white lily flower, the same flower my mum was given on the day I was born.

I thanked him from the bottom of my heart.
He made my day. He made my heart beat so loud. It was so magical.
After receiving the eleventh flower, I turned around and saw all those beautiful people watching us and clapping hands.
After a while I asked him how he had organized this beautiful surprise.
He got ten creative people together. Some of them were taking random pictures, others were travellers some of who hardly spoke any English, and others were just sitting on the grass. They were all different people who did not know each other and this was the beauty of it.
They all got involved in what my friend wanted them to do.
They were so excited and asked him if it was a special occasion. He said:” What makes the occasion special is the fact that it is not a special occasion. It is an ordinary day. I just want to express my love to her. Every moment is special because we make it special.”
Life is full of beautiful moments. Every moment is so special and gotta be felt and lived fully.
Express your emotions and feelings today. Express your feelings with your heart, from your heart and just with your heart and make this art of expression an eternal moment.
Poetry.

Express your feelings to all the people you love, not just your husband or wife. Express it to your children, parents, friends and fill their lives with joy and laughter.

Poetic Lyric

warm tears

Sometimes I feel ice is touching my soul
and freezing it.
That’s when I find it hard to say
a word.
Have you every had this feeling…
when you cannot open your lips?
That’s when I feel
I need to free my soul
from that pain that is suffocating
my existence.
Then I cry,
and warm tears are dropping down my face.
That’s when I feel
mercy.
That’s when I feel
I am still alive.

Poetic-Lyric

spiritual warrior

This song “Lost ones” by Lauren Hill has taught me a lot and made me aware about certain things:)

I used to be a lost one – someone who always wanted to be right and proof a point, someone who wanted to be perfect, someone who was fighting with herself. Today I am a warrior, not a fighter any more. I am a spiritual warrior who accepts, understands, loves. This song taught me to stop fighting, to be humble, to be powerless over others, and powerful inside my own soul only, to accept others and life the way it is, to accept myself with all the imperfections, to accept what is for what is – not for what I want it to be.

Everything is inside of us.
Everyone of us has beautiful gifts.
The universe is giving each one a path to walk in order to discover these gifts.
Do not walk away. Do not try to change the path. Accept it. Walk it and then make a change!
With courage! Dream your reality into being. Dream it courageously!
Life is an endless learning process of self-discovery.
Every human being comes into our life to show us an aspect of us, of who we are.
Every human being is our teacher.
Every human beings is here to be loved and to love.

Do not be afraid of surrender.
Give your hand to the divine and let go of your fear.
There is no need to be right and to proof our points.
All there is is caring and loving.
Forgiving.
Sharing.
Understanding.
To be compassionate.
Accepting.
Giving.

Only then will you create an energetic field that emanates creative power.
The secret of healing resides in our hearts.
When we feel compassion and love our heart creates a frequency which is our creative power of healing ourselves and the others.
We can make the shift from “lost ones” to “spiritual warriors” happening.
With our heart.

“We make a living by what we get but we make a life by what we give.”

We are all spiritual warriors with the same nature.
One people.
One heart.
One consciousness.
One love.

And now the lyrics of the song….

It’s funny how money change a situation
Miscommunication leads to complication
My emancipation don’t fit your equation
I was on the humble, you on every station
Some wan’ play young Lauryn like she dumb
But remember not a game new under the sun
Everything you did has already been done
I know all the tricks from Bricks to Kingston
My thing done made your kingdom wan’ run
Now understand L. Boogie’s non-violent
But if a thing test me, run for me gun
Can’t take a threat to me newborn son
L’s been this way since creation
A groupie call, you fall from temptation
Now you wanna ball over separation
Tarnish my image in your conversation
Who you gon’ scrimmage, like you the champion
You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one

Now, now how come your talk turn cold
Gained the whole world for the price of your soul
Tryin’ to grab hold of what you can’t control
Now you’re all floss, what a sight to behold
Wisdom is better than silver and gold
I was hopeless now I’m on Hope road
Every man wants to act like he’s exempt
Need to get down on his knees and repent
Can’t slick talk on the day of judgement
Your movement’s similar to a serpent
Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent?
Consequence is no coincidence
Hypocrites always want to play innocent
Always want to take it to the full out extent
Always want to make it seem like good intent
Never want to face it when it’s time for punishment
I know you don’t wanna hear my opinion
But there come many paths and you must choose one
And if you don’t change then the rain soon come
See you might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you really lost one
You just lost one, it’s so silly how come
When it’s all done did you really gain from
What you done done, it’s so silly how come
You just lost one

Now don’t you understand man universal law
What you throw out comes back to you, star
Never underestimate those who you scar
Cause karma, karma, karma comes back to you hard
You can’t hold God’s people back that long
The chain of Shatan wasn’t made that strong
Trying to pretend like your word is your bond
But until you do right, all you do will go wrong
Now some might mistake this for just a simple song
And some don’t know what they have ’til it’s gone
Now even when you’re gone you can still be reborn
And, from the night can arrive the sweet dawn
Now some might listen and some might shun
And some may think that they’ve reached perfection
If you look closely you’ll see what you’ve become
Cause you might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some but you just lost one

– “Lost ones” by Lauryn Hill –

poetry of her heart written in his eyes

I believe in energy. I believe in synchronised energies between people. When the energies of two people are synchronised is when their colours match. It is not necessarily about having the same interests and opinions. No. It is about the colours of both souls which match, because both feel the melody of the waves of the ocean, both feel the smell of the sand after it rains, both see the colours of the rainbow, both dance the same rhythm of life. These lyrics are dedicated to a great friend of mine – they express warm feelings about a real friendship.

drops of water
blub blub
floatin’ on leaves
creatin’ the colours of autumn
a story
visible in red
sensed through a melody
that’s strokin’ her skin
and deepenin’ his profound eyes
the soul of the leaf
is the story of her heart.

From the window
watch outside
empty streets
listen: tick tick tick
it’s the rain
water crying from the sky
a scream of the earth.

…then the melody of the wind
a light philosophy
a rhythmic sensation
a moment of life
fillin’ her heart
and givin’ it light.

Two souls
walkin’ the same path
they meet
and see…the colours
of a rainbow…written deep in their souls
knowin’ today will never end
It’s the wisdom of the mountains.
Melody of the breeze
Synchronized and harmonized
It’s the magic of the heart
the story carried by the autumn leaf
and written in his black eyes.

He’s playin’ the guitar
“Are you sad” asks the girl.
“No, just feelin’…” he replies.
Immersed into the melody
lost in his dark eyes
the girl continues the story of his life…
– poetry of her heart
carved in his eyes.

Poetic-Lyric

beauty of a woman

Women are so beautiful.

Women are just beautiful. All of them.

A woman is beautiful for the simple reason of being a woman.

And then there are other things that make a woman beautiful.

A woman is beautiful when she moves.

She is beautiful in her attitudes and gestures.

When she eats ice cream. When she licks the melted chocolate from her fingers. When she caresses you. When she transmits her emotions onto you through her eyes. When she is surprised. When she bites her finger nails cuz she is speechless. When she sings. When she feels embarrassed.

She is beautiful when she smiles at you.

She is beautiful if she knows how to talk and what to say.

I believe that she is beautiful because of the way she dresses, they way she walks – a little clumsy but then all of a sudden confident. More than anything, she is beautiful when she is furious.When she looks at you offended with those sad cute little pointed lips, which might end up in a bride smile and loud laughter after a minute.

A woman is beautiful because of her smudged lipstick and her white teeth. Though what most makes her beautiful is her integrity and fullness –

A woman is full of love.

Full of emotions.

Full of adventure.

She is full of everything. Full women are beautiful for ever. They are beautiful now and in a hundred years. What she has got inside, will stay. It will live for ever. It cannot be erased.

Fall in love with full women. Look into their souls cuz in the end there will be nothing left but the soul.

Poetic-Lyric

gypsy eyes

This poem is dedicated to a dear soul I deeply love
and the magic he creates in my heart…when feeling, singing, playing his guitar…his music is an infinite breath of magical art!
The breeze caresses me
giving me the sense to be
you pass by
it is like a lullaby
You say “Hi”
I sense it is never gonna be a good bye
only an endless cry of emotions that fly
over the limit of the dark blue sky.

Our eyes cross
and I let go of the loss
incarnated in my heart
had no way to start
without you leading me to a chart
of living musical art
that’s where I put all I had a part.

Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
You weep off the ice and embrace me
how nice!

This feeling of warmth on a cold summer day
is the poetry of every day
wait till it’s May, then we can stay…
and our hearts won’t need to pay
cuz it can simply go its way…
towards infinity
through inner calamity
the colours of our souls celebrate immortality.

Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
So deep.
I can’t sleep…
Gazing moonlight
touching my soul by candlelight so deep inside
eliminating my fright
taking me on an endless flight where the dark night lightens up
like the hot flames of a fire
showing me the story of the dream to admire.

Hand by hand
we land and understand that
what was planned is the manifestation of an eternal poetic end.
Ecstasy of love.
Words which flow soundless
guiding me to a place
where I gaze at the water by the river
and I feel the shiver
Gypsy eyes transforming silver
filling my heart with glimmer.
Gypsy eyes! Gypsy eyes!
Taking my heart in your hands and kissing it till the end…
Poetry in a soul kissing me in the flow…

Poetic-Lyric